We were safe from any more stray bullets, and we stopped to rest. Only then did I notice the blood dripping down my shirtfront. I touched fingers gingerly to my cheek
“One of the bullets must have knocked loose a shard of rock,” the magus said. “It’s taken a divot out of your face, I’m afraid.”
“All my beauty gone.” I sighed.
this was a warm-up that got out of hand. Gen! from the Queen's Thief series
drawn on January 19, 2016
on tumblr (different blog than usual)